I know. It's hard to believe. Sad but true. I. Was. Wrong. Sigh. I need my blog. I feel like I lost part of myself, like I'm walking around out of balance. I was telling Bleue, I'll have to rename it "My Sad Blog" or "The Whining Post." But that's ok. It is what it … Continue reading I Was Wrong
All Good Things…
On May 7, 2010, I wrote my first kinky blog post on my first kinky blog. It said: "This is my first post! O, my. Ok, this is a blog about me, a****. And Sir. And submission – mine; the dominance is His. But you probably already guessed that. i am just beginning to figure out … Continue reading All Good Things…
Finding My Way – Again
Over and over, we are hit by forces - emotional, physical, or spiritual - that threaten to submerge us. I felt that this weekend, so many of us suffering, whether we were in the middle of the social tsunami or watching, pacing helplessly and wringing hands, calling encouragement from the sidelines. That sounds so dramatic, … Continue reading Finding My Way – Again
We Are Not All Right
Across the country, protests are happening that scream of our not-all-rightness. We are not all right, the children are not all right. It makes me think of this story about the Masai warriors in Africa: And How Are the Children. "Among the most accomplished and fabled tribes of Africa, no tribe was considered to have … Continue reading We Are Not All Right
No Title
I have used up all my cute titles. Seriously. I started to put, It's Me, It's Me, It's Ernest T," which I think is from Andy Griffith, right? But I wasn't even amused, so that was a big "never mind." Oh, well. I could have called it "Angst Dump" right? But that would not have … Continue reading No Title
Cinnamon Applesauce
My daughter made biscuits last night - beautiful “from scratch” biscuits like people’s grandmas used to make. I was kind of excited. I had a client so I was eating later than the family and I envisioned the biscuits with butter and some cinnamon applesauce. Ok, not the kind of applesauce your grandmother used to … Continue reading Cinnamon Applesauce
Holding
His hands steadied her. Standing up, she almost lost her balance, and she might have fallen, but his hands around her waist were firm. She stood in front of him, eyes downcast. He settled in his chair. “Legs open, a bit more,” he said. Obediently, she shifted, widening her stance. “Hands behind your back, girl,” … Continue reading Holding
Yet ANOTHER Day in TCT
A ditty flows through my head, "Here comes another day, just like the other day..." I don't know where it comes from or even if those are the right words... And really, it doesn't matter. Songs come and go. I was looking at Jade's recent photo blogs here and kept hearing the refrain "Every picture … Continue reading Yet ANOTHER Day in TCT
People are Funny
I wander around FB and Linked-In, Twitter and Instagram from time to time, people watching. It’s a more intimate glimpse than what we have at the coffee shop, right? Even if half of it is posturing and bravado, it’s still a fascinating look at what’s going on with us and what we’re willing to share. … Continue reading People are Funny
Sex – Actual Sex
Having started thinking about what it’s like to fuck, I find myself thinking about it more. Way back in the day, long ago and far away, Erica Jong wrote about what she called “the zipless fuck.” As I recall, without doing any actual googling, it involved sex without any commitment or ongoing attachment, maybe without … Continue reading Sex – Actual Sex
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